The shrine maiden, called a miko in Japanese, shuddered, her body trembling. “Just relax, my sweet Sayuri-chan. xxx She had touched another memory. She spun in the water, her large breasts bobbing as she turned. You were so strong, your muscles so hard. Whomever my father chooses to be my husband, he shall never have my virginity. Mitsuko groaned, her beautiful face twisting in pleasure, her slanted eyes burning bright. The toy had something on it or in the fibers that made everything feel a little better. I like being a girl. Sayuri shuddered, her pussy clenching down on the toy buried in her depths as her body drifted on rapture. That tree where she hung from. Her tits bounced wildly, slapping together as the strokes of her hips grew more and more erratic. “You haunted me. You’re a ghost who’s haunting me.
